Snow Sounds
I wrote this poem while flying from Frankfurt to Boston today.
Snow Sounds
Softly falling
Swirling down
Quietly blanketing
All things exposed.
Whiteness envelops,
Surrounds and absorbs
All colors
Transformed.
Inner voice connects
With outer beauty
Inward and outward realities
By silence bridged.
The sound of snow
Soft, deep, timeless
The world’s cacophony
Now muted
My soul
At
Peace








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